"I am but a simple purveyor of words. A story teller one might say. For the right number of coins, I shall create you a world of your very own, where you will be hailed as its hero, its ruler….its god. Cross me, however, and you shall be cast down as its villain, the lowest of creatures. Your final fate will be most befitting…and unfortunate." - Michael L. Turner

Sunday, October 28, 2012

The Long Road into Night #28

It is the 28th day.You are still alive, and the world is still
spinning.Rather quickly, but still
spinning none the less.Your lungs
struggle for every scrap of air they can get.Firmly to the ground you are pinned, and a wiggle of the toe or nose, is
all you can manage.

“Mongo has him,” the troll grunted.“Should Mongo kill him?”

“No, Mongo,” a goblin you hadn’t seen before
said.“We were told to hold him.”

“Are you serious, Sic?He nearly got me,” the goblin you were
chasing responded.“I say, yes to the
killing.”

“Nearly…?” Sic said mockingly. “You were the
one boasting that he’d never catch you, right before you volunteered.”

“I only volunteered because I knew for
certain, that he would definitely catch you,” Hic said indignantly.“You’re welcome, by the way.” He waved a hand toward Mongo.“Now are we going to let the troll make jelly
out of him, or not?”

“That is not what we were told to do,” Sic
firmly replied.

Hic sighed.

“We are goblins, Sic,” Hic stated.“When do we ever do what were told?I still say wolf jelly sounds good.”

The pointy chins of each goblin went stiff,
and with arms crossed, they stared each other down.

“No,” a firm little voice called out.It came from somewhere in the trees.

Both goblins turned in surprise, and so did
Mongo.His massive hand twisted your
body as he did, so much for air.

A young girl stepped out from the behind a tree.Her clothes were tattered and grey and her
eyes glowed unnaturally.She was a Meek,
and oddly she seemed familiar to you.

“Thank you for your help,” the girl said to
the trio, “but we can’t let him die here.”

She looked down at you with sadness in her
eyes, and also something that looked like sympathy.